Everyday as I walk I find the bench beckoning to me .
“Come sit down and rest “
But I continue walking. With steady resolve I continue .
“I will walk past you, ” I tell the bench , “even if it kills me .”
I take the second round and the third. By the time I begin my fourth round , I’ve begun to work up a sweat. I run my fingers through my sticky hair.
I see the bench looming ahead. “Come , sit down” I hear its taunt”.
I finish my walk, the sixth round passing the bench for the last time.
“See you tomorrow!”
I was intrigued by the #FridayFotoFiction and found it an interesting linkup party hosted by Tina Basu.
and since I’m already in it for this month,
#UBC day 16 #BlogBoost